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Dixon hung in the backfield until the final half lap, when he broke out in that familiar stride and flew by the pack to an easy win and an exultant team cheering section. Teammate Thad McNulty followed Dixon in at second, smiling...
...rest, a melange, college students for the most part, mixed with a few veterans of other older movements. Past the J. Edgar Hoover Building, home of the FBI, past the Treasury Department, past a few bemused Washingtonians, the march winds on for 45 minutes, spilling out onto the lap of the Capitol, under a shaky wooden stage. A few voices emerge from the sixties to start things off: Rev. William Sloan Coffin, now pastor of Riverside in New York; Peter Yarrow, who as the first third of Peter Paul and Mary did this sort of thing a long time...
...goal this year was to break 1:35. This morning (Saturday) I felt easy, going at 1:35.80--and I'd let up for the last lap. Tonight I was really hurting from head to toe for the last 15 yards. I just put my head down and I didn't look to see where anyone was," Gaines said...
...Rick and Julie and Dina. Deena, said Dina. They went to a drive-in. This is my first time, said Sammy, and he almost dropped the speaker out the window. None of them liked beer so they brought wine. When the movie ended, Rick was asleep in Julie's lap in the back seat. Sammy liked the movie. They went to Julie's house and watched TV but they had finished the wine and the wine had finished Rick and no one wanted to sleep more than Julia so Sammy and Dina carried Rick back to the backseat and went...
...young Richard Miller has smuggled to his daughter. Heart-broken, Richard goes out for a night on the town with a friend of a friend whom he discovers to be a common prostitute. Daniel Sherman, the director, miscast Lydia Alix Fillingham as the whore. She perches on Richard's lap when she should sprawl. Her effort at a hard-boiled accent fails utterly. Though drinking steadily, she never allows presumably progressive tipsiness to impede her finicky, wooden speech patterns. Admittedly, the old-fashioned slang hampers Fillingham. "I'll blow you for a drink" gets a raucous laugh O'Neill never...